She finished reading the last chapter and had to set the book aside to wipe away a stray tear. As she slowly rose from the red upholstered wingback she held the wide blue velvet skirt aloft, careful not to trip over the silver embroidered hem. Holding the book close to her bosom, she made her way to the tall ladder resting against the fantastically high book shelf from whence the little treasure came. She was always awed by the plethora of wonders she had been gifted. Not only these books, no, books were wonderful, but they were an escape. An escape she had possessed no desire of since her marriage but now...now was certainly the time to find refuge within the gloriously musty pages of a well loved book. One rung and two...and three...when did it become so difficult for her to climb this ladder? Wasn't it just yesterday she had been running hither and yon over hill and dale? When did she become the woman who couldn't spend an evening alone? She had been fiercely independent for years before she met him and now...now she was incapable of marching onward. She had reason enough to, she had their son, who needed her, but she felt so tired. If she could bounce back and be the vibrant beam of sunshine she once was she would...in a heartbeat. However, she could not. She placed the book in its' designated spot and descended the ladder. She was lucky, the coughing fit started once she stepped onto the plush carpet of the library. Her breath came in terrible wheezing intervals that were becoming too far spread. He came running in then, portly young man, so fastidious in his schedules. She had been late for dinner and the master always said if you do not eat together you do not eat. It was not a matter of cruelty with him but rather of good house keeping. It avoided the waste of resources inherent in multiple meals being prepared. Regardless the young man called for help but it was too late; the woman was gone. The servants said she departed due to an emotional illness; she had loved her husband too well. He was too much a part of her and she of him. That was when the young prince began his tyranny against the vile emotion. He ordered the library shut up and any excess rooms closed off. He didn't want visitors. He barely tolerated the servants. He saw that the only permanence came from wealth and the loyalties you could purchase and it worked both ways. That was why he turned that beggar away. She didn't even possess the wealth of loveliness. Well, not at first.